Peace, for someone simple like me, is not something big. It’s not silence everywhere. It’s not a perfect life. Peace is coming home and feeling your shoulders relax without even noticing. Peace is not having to defend yourself. Not having to explain. Just breathing normally a
Words are small. But they carry weight. They can open something. Or close it. Sometimes a sentence changes a day. Sometimes more than that. Not because it’s loud, but because it arrives at the right moment. We forget this easily. We throw words out fast. We use them to react. T
Yesterday I was walking in my usual woods.It started raining. Normally, that’s the moment I get annoyed.Because it wasn’t planned.Because it interrupts. But yesterday was different. Instead of rushing,instead of complaining,I slowed down. I felt the rain on my face.I listened
